Fangalo drank the glass of dark water, and then his eyelids drooped, his eyes empty, and he seemed to be sensing something. His hands were folded on his legs, and two thumbs were touched at once, as if an invisible thread was wrapped around it, and no one knew what the other end of the thread was pulling.

In a few moments, there are countless pieces of shaking pictures floating in his mind, accompanied by the sound of countless twists and turns, and he needs to pull out the most important and critical ones in the chaotic and disorderly Ganges sand like torrent .

He fell into a long silence.

Song Nuan was really nervous this time, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead. She understands that the reputation of this program has been completely tied to the teacher. If the teacher fails, she dare not imagine the whole group of people holding a sign to admit that they are a liar on TV. In the future, it will be difficult for them as a group to gain a foothold in the circle!

It's a career. Whether it's the person present or the person watching Van Gogh through the monitor, his throat is now tense and smoke. Only Song Rui quietly put away the sharp lens and smiled silently.

Shen Tu was still lazily sitting on the chair, holding his belly with both hands, waiting patiently, seeming to be fearless. But if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are dull, and the original soft and tender cheeks have stretched out two stiff jaw lines.

His parents were unknowingly, covering their noses and disgusted: "Who is this, so dirty water can be drunk! Purely disgusting, are we here? Why is he starting to be dazed again, still delaying time Really? I regret to come to join you! "

"Yes, you should regret it." The silent Van Gogh suddenly said, and then raised his head, his voice low: "Can I go out and make a phone call?"

"No way!" Shen Tu waved his hand with a smile: "You can only move in front of my eyes. Do you want to call someone to check my details? Your cheating team is really a set of cheating."

I really want to strangle this kid! Damn, why does he look so annoying! At first, I still thought he was blind in his old solid wood! Song warmly gritted his teeth, and then looked worriedly at Teacher Fan. She thought he hadn't sensed anything, and he was desperate.

"Oh right! I still have a long way to go home! No, you can call, you can only call here, and you have to put hands-free, let us all hear! Ghost knows what you want to do with your mobile phone!" Shen Shen and Shen Mother also helped his son in trouble.

Fangallo also gave up his perseverance, and politely nodded to the staff at the side: "Could you please help me get my mobile phone? On the dressing table in my lounge."

"Okay Fan teacher, please wait." The staff ran out immediately and brought back a mobile phone in a moment.

Fangallo placed the phone on the round table, opened the address book with slender fingertips, and slowly searched among many contacts. It took about tens of seconds to find a phone number at the end and dialed. Go out.

"Hey, is it Teacher Vatican? Why did you think of calling me?" There was a male voice in the air, with joy and flattering in his voice.

"Xiaofei, have you returned to Beijing? Are you at the police station?" Fangallo asked continuously, without any extra greetings.

"I'm back in Beijing, and now I'm working in the bureau, Mr. Fan, are you okay?" Out of professional sense of smell, Yang Shengfei noticed that Mr. Van's tone was very serious, so he tightened up.

"I will report to you a few places now, and you will immediately rush your Interpol squads over, there are bombs, be careful." Van Galo said horror in a calm tone, then looked at the staff with a stunned expression, depressed Voice: "Can I pour another glass of water?"

"Ah? Oh! I'll go right away!" The staff ran on the same foot, and soon returned with a glass of water, three words resounded in my mind-there was a bomb!

How did teacher Fan know that there was a bomb? Inexplicably, how did he suddenly pull on the bomb! All the staff are speculating, and their hearts are full of confusion, but they can't believe it. This is really mysterious, and it's too jumpy. They are clearly psychic, so why did they call the police? Is this the trick that the teacher Fan disturbed?

Obviously, Shen Tu doesn't think so. His body slumped in a chair suddenly slipped, and then he tried to prop up with his elbows, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the light in his pupils was scattered, and his eyes that were slowly and trickyly turned. Trembling from side to side, as if unable to hold the soul. He almost stunned and asked "how do you know", but he bit his teeth and closed his mouth, a white and tender bun face now stretched out with a stiff edge, which has become completely unlike a Childish teenager.

Shen Shen and Shen Mother are still covered with fog, and their face naturally shows a look of contempt, firmly thinking that this is a means for Vanguard to escape reality.

"Van Gallo, you can't even detect it, what's the matter of reporting a fake case? Watch out for the police to catch you!" Shen Shen stretched her neck and yelled at the phone, lest the policeman over there would not hear.

However, the other party did not take care of her. Instead, she responded in a sentence: "I know Mr. Fan, I will immediately notify the captain. No, no, no. I have to tell the director! Suddenly there is a bomb in the city. Report the address to me, and I write it down! "He suddenly shouted in a loud voice:" Captain, captain, go and tell the director that there is a bomb in the city! The reporter is Mr. Fan! "

This last sentence seemed to be a charge, immediately let the police in the office act, the table, stools, shoes ping-pong rang, and a majestic voice gradually amplified: "Give me the phone, you Go and notify the director! Hello, Mr. Fan, you continue to say, I am Zhuang Zhen. "

Fangalo lowered his eyelids and recounted while recounting: "The bombs are all in Victory High School, a total of nine, one in the locker No. 168 in the third grade group; one in the round flowerbed by the playground; one in ... "Explaining the specific location of the bomb in detail, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Shen Tu. He continued:" In addition, you will send two teams to find the evidence and arrest the suspect separately. I will give you two more addresses ... "

Hearing that the address he reported turned out to be his own home, Shen and Shen finally realized that something was wrong and shouted: "Why did you give my address to the police? What rights do you have? You madman, did you take the wrong medicine just now ... … "

While scolding and scolding, they stood up and attacked Van Gogh, but they were first blocked by Song Rui. Song Nuan also recalled it, and quickly let the staff hold the two. They were there in a mess, but Van Gaal was not affected at all, and said seriously: "Send someone to the TV station immediately, the suspect is opposite me."

"Okay, we'll be here soon." Zhuang Zhen hangs up the phone fiercely.

Shen Tu was still stunned. Shen Shen and his mother screamed: "You even called the police to let the police catch us on your way? Why did you do this? Just because you lost a bet with him? The fake report is to go to jail. Yes! You are waiting for the police to catch you! We will be fine on our way, and it will only be you who are legally blind! Mad people, all of you are crazy! "

Song Wenneng couldn't wait for a slap to kill both of their teeth, let them shut their mouths obediently, but in front of the camera, she could only suppress. She has now understood that the teacher is not sensing nothing, but sensing a huge, terrifying secret!

Thinking this way, she couldn't help looking at Shen Tu, but found that the other party no longer lost her previous laziness and contempt, bulging with a pair of blood-red eyes, staring fiercely at Teacher Vatican, and then slowly stood on the stool, both hands supporting the tabletop , Leaned over and looked at him.

His hair was upright and his bow was bent like a fierce beast ready to go. A black gas spread from his body and slowly wrapped him, and then gradually became thick and heavy, so that he projected on The figure on the wall became very tall and strong. His white and tender skin turned blue, and his original soft arm stretched out lumpy muscles at the moment, and his physical strength instantly broke through the limits of humanity and turned into a killing machine that can tear anyone apart.

This strange scene shocked everyone.

Song Rui subconsciously stood in front of Van Gogh, a piece of glass slipped silently from his cuff and was tightly clamped by his fingertips. He, who is proficient in anatomy, knows how to release a person's blood in the shortest time.

Fangallo dragged him behind him to protect him and whispered: "It's okay, I can deal with it."

"How do you deal with it?" As soon as Song Rui's voice fell, she saw a glass of water that was placed by the staff at the corner of the table and ignored by everyone. It has turned black and gurgled. Compared with the previous glass of water, it seems to be darker in color and more viscous in texture, because it has been combed by Van Gogh ’s magnetic field assimilation, so it has become a medium for him to help him ingest all his mind.

Every emotion of everyone in the room will be quietly absorbed by it, and Shen Tu's emotions are the strongest and naturally the most.

Seeing this inexplicable black water, Shen Tu's eyes dimmed, and he reached out and waved it hard without thinking. The glass was smashed by his fist, and the black drops of water splashed everywhere, but then instantaneously evaporated into a black mist. Like a net, it came from all directions and wrapped the road densely and densely.

The emotions in the water are from him, the magnetic field in the water is also from him, and the power in the water naturally belongs to him, and all that Van Gogh needs to do is to shake his own magnetic field, let the black water evaporate, and then drive them to entangle with Shen Tu Fight. The so-called attacking one's shield with another's spear is nothing more than that.

Fang Cai was still full of energy, as if he could tear everything down, but then fell from a high stool, screaming and rolling in the dark mist. The spotlights placed around him were knocked over by him, and the messy light and shadow could not penetrate the seemingly thin layer of mist.

Shen, mother Shen, who was in a mess with the staff, was stunned. After a long while, she screamed and threw it.

"Son, son, what's the matter with you son? Van Gollo, what did you do to him? Did you throw him sulfuric acid!" Shen mother's imagination is very rich, but she only found out after shooting away the mist, Shen Tu His whole body was intact, but a thick layer of hot sweat appeared on his body, soaking him whole.

He collapsed into his mother's arms like dough, his hands and feet were weak, but his teeth were clenched tightly, and he kept barking like a wild dog, as if he had some kind of hysteria.

Shen Shen and Shen Mother kept patting her son on the cheek, trying to make him awake, but still unable to recall his wit.

It wasn't until this time that Van Gogh suddenly stood up and walked towards the teenager without any hassle. The whole recording room was a mess of porridge. The flannel on the round table was ripped off and crumpled to the ground somehow; the stool and the light pole fell to the ground, and the light and shadow were broken and scattered; The stool that Fangallo had just sat on. It stands alone in the beam of light, the position is very correct, and the surface is also very clean, somehow revealing an indescribable strength and firmness.

Song Nuan looked at the Brahma teacher who was walking slowly, then looked at the messy objects, and finally looked at the only stool that was placed, and suddenly a word popped out of his mind-your ancestor or your ancestor!

Fangallo circumvented the messy obstacles and walked to the boy, reaching out to touch him.

Shen Shen and Shen Mother shrillly asked, "What are you doing! Don't touch him!" But cowardly, they dare not fight back. People like them are the most bullying and afraid of toughness. If you are stronger than them, they will only hide from their backs to avoid you.

The clothes in and out of Shen Tu were wet with sweat and felt sticky. Van Gogh frowned and groped on him. Finally, he pulled out a baby fist-sized thing wrapped in oil paper from his trouser pocket. The layered oiled paper was soaked in sweat a little, and was emitting a strong pungent smell, so that the people around him quickly held their breath. When this thing was still on Shen Tu, they didn't hear anything.

Fan Jialuo's brows were tightened a little bit, and just after turning around, the thing in his hand was swept into a transparent evidence bag and sealed, and then he took out a sterile paper towel and expertly gave himself Wipe hands with the youth, even the fingernails are repeatedly wiped and wiped.

Fan Jialuo's brow furrowed immediately, and when he thought about it, he felt wrong and suddenly chuckled helplessly: "Dr. Song, I seem to be infected by you. What should I do if I am afraid of being dirty and tired? "

"On the contrary, my cleanliness seems to have been cured by you, and the dirty work is left to me to do." Song Rui answered seriously.

The two clenched each other's hands, and Nijun couldn't help but stole an instant pleasure in a tense atmosphere.

Strangely, when Van Galo took away the oil paper bag, the sinking path of hysteria was sober, and if he didn't want to go, he went to his trouser pocket and found that it was empty and quickly climbed up, screaming: "Who stole me Something! Give it back to me! Who? Who is it ?! "He hurriedly circled in situ, his white face showing a fierce expression, like a fierce ghost.

The heart of the person who had been swept by his eyes shook in unison, and he said, where is this child, clearly a lunatic!

Fangallo sat back, knocked on the round table, the tone was plain: "I took the things, didn't you let me give you psychics, you can start now."

"Give it back to me!" Shen Tu rushed past like a shell, but was intercepted by Song Rui halfway. His strong arms easily lifted the sweaty back collar of the teenager, dragged him to the table, placed it firmly on a stool, pressed his shoulders, and attached it to his wet, sweaty ears Bian whispered: "Be seated for me."

As he himself said, his cleansing disorder has been slowly healed since he met young people. If he is in the usual way, where would he touch this kind of stuff from the smelly ditch. All the dirty work was exhausted, and he was all in it at the moment.

Van Gogh looked at Dr. Song, who looked disgusted at his face, and could not help but chuckled his lips. The dense and unshakable haze in his pupils had been broken by the shimmering star burst.

Shen Tu's strength had long been exhausted, and he was unable to move after being pressured by Song Ruilue.

"Please sit down, too." Fangallo waved to Shen and Shen.

The dumbfounded staff started moving stools, picking up light stands, sweeping garbage, and returning the recording room to its original state.

Song Wenneng dragged Shen's father and Shen's mother, and the two of them sat back to their original positions. Their minds are all chaotic now, but they will not be so blind that even their sons suddenly change their appearance. There must be a problem with his son. It is right to find a psychic!

Fan Jialuo put the oil paper bag in his eyes, and Shen Tu flicked it immediately, as if to rob, but his shoulders were firmly pressed by Song Rui's big hand.

Fangallo stared at his trembling eyes, swinging his index finger left and right: "Genius? You never were."

Shen Tu, struggling desperately, was suddenly stiff.